Forward to the basket

Chapter 11 Old Fox

The Duke left, but the topic about Chen Feng in the wine did not stop, and in the next few days, it had become a bit more and more intense.

In the past, this big guy was just a special bartender, but now there is another topic of basketball to talk about. Many people are asking what this kid did in that game.

Otherwise, the fat man wouldn't have come from Harlem to Queens to invite him to join some team, and fifteen hundred dollars a game, such an income is not low.

Although there is no way to compare with those nba millionaires, in street basketball games, there are not many people who can afford this price.

And there are many customers who are familiar with and1's reputation, but they know what this basketball team represents.

The Duke may not be a big name in Queens, but there are some street bastards who know him.

Someone who can take such a guy who has been in Rock Park for decades must have a story.

People in the wine are always bored, and their gossip souls are often burning.

So those who have something good to do, deliberately searched the Internet for the video of the game that Hammond said.

Just like what the old man said, the 9-minute video already has hundreds of thousands of views.

The fiery scene in the match caused Chen Feng to be watched inhumanely in the wine again.

Even Jim, a bar owner who usually has nothing to do, began to re-evaluate his buddy.

"Hey, young man, it seems that I'm thinking about asking you to leave more signatures. I have a hunch that it will bring me a good income in the future." Jim also used this tone to tease Chen Feng.

"Boss, if you think about giving me a salary increase, maybe I will think about it." Chen Feng was used to teasing like this.

There is no way, every day to be molested by a group of muscle-loving female hooligans, Chen Feng has already forged his face to be invulnerable.

Otherwise, you really don't know how to deal with those women who reach out to touch your muscles for nothing, and it doesn't count if you touch them, they will always compare themselves subconsciously.

"Your ones are so big, does this still allow us to live?", every time he met those women's laments, Chen Feng could only have a melancholy expression on his face.

"Your sister, can you be envied by women even if you have chest muscles?" Although he didn't say it out, Chen Feng has been slandering those women who are playing tricks.

The days are still going on like this, Chen Feng is still the tallest bartender in the Queens area, and his hands are still shaking the mixing pot.

The Duke came and went, as if nothing had changed, but some things had quietly begun to ferment.

As Hammond said, the most fascinating thing about New York is that it can make any news spread faster, especially when the news is linked to money.

A big man with potential, although Chen Feng's height is less than [-] meters, but this guy's strong body, and that hot game video, will definitely seduce some interested people.

Not everyone pays attention to what happens on the streets of New York, but for some guys with a keen sense of smell, they can always smell the dollar from some rumors.

Just like sharks in the deep sea can always smell the bloody smell several miles away, many people will show enough interest in delicious prey.

In the two days after the Duke left, at least five or six guys who claimed to be professional basketball agents appeared in the bar, which had a strange name.

Even Jim says it's probably the most visited time of day by strangers from outside Queens.

Without exception, they all came here for the big bald man, and everyone was using hype to paint a bright future for Chen Feng.

Of course, the premise is to sign a contract with them, and they will definitely give Chen Feng a bright future.

"Listen, boy, with your physical condition, as long as you sign with me, I will definitely let you enter the NBA as quickly as possible. Do you know what that means?"

"Annual salary in the millions! Xiangche! Beauty! You will definitely not be a bartender who can only stand in the counter and shake the flagon. You will become a customer."

"I'm talking about the kind of rich guy with a lot of dollars in his hand, you will have it all, believe me, this is not a fairy tale story, this is an opportunity in front of you."

"As long as you sign this contract with me, all this will come true, and you won't have to continue working so hard. You will immediately move into a big house and enjoy life."

"Do you know Alstom? He also came out of the street. Look at how he is living now. Although he is not a top salary, he is still a millionaire."

"If I become your agent, you will earn more than him, I promise!"

Chen Feng didn't stop the shaker in his hand, and listened seriously to the eloquent guy in front of him talking to him endlessly.

Of course, Chen Feng definitely wasn't trying to discern whether what this guy who claimed to be a professional basketball agent said was true.

Chen Feng was just thinking, this guy has been talking for almost an hour, why didn't he consider ordering a cocktail or something else?Doesn't this guy feel thirsty?

Compared with the bright future painted by the other party, Chen Feng may be more willing to let the other party consume a glass of cocktail now, after all, it will increase his commission by a few dollars.

"Young man, don't think about it anymore. In order to enjoy life earlier, you shouldn't continue to hesitate like this! Time is money, this is definitely a classic saying!"

Before this guy was thrown out of the wine by the boss Jim and the guys, he still yelled at Chen Feng that he would definitely make Chen Feng earn more than Jordan.

But with his cheap suit and stinginess enough to talk nonsense for an hour without ordering a glass of wine, he really doesn't seem convincing.

At least from the looks of those around him, this guy is quite unreliable, a pure liar.

"He has a fight with you." Chen Feng turned his head and said to Hammond who was drinking and drinking not far away.

"He's not as eloquent as me. If it were me, you'd probably have already signed the contract." Hammond was still shameless, especially when facing Chen Feng.

"There's no difference. They're all liars. He lied to the future, and you lied to the present. But then again, how much do you owe for drinking? Don't you expect me to help you pay?"

Chen Feng was already a little desperate for Hammond's thick skin, but the old liar had indeed drank a lot less recently, otherwise Chen Feng would have thrown him out the door long ago.

"If I can get you a good contract, I think that should be enough to keep me drinking whiskey in this wine for ten years."

Hammond continued to speak shamelessly while raising his glass to drink up the whiskey.

"You old guy, I really don't know what my dad was thinking at the beginning. Why did he pick it up on the side of the road in Texas? Is it just to let you cheat me of pocket money?"

Chen Feng has always had a grudge against this old liar who was picked up by his father who was on a long-distance transport when he collapsed on the side of the road because of drinking too much.

"He is a good man. Without him, I might have gone to hell to report, so I will help him continue your dream. Because you like basketball, he will pick you up in the United States. He is now going to see God, I We can’t let his wish be broken just like that.”

Every time Hammond talked about Chen Feng's father, he would show respect. After all, not many people were willing to talk to an old street gangster who had a criminal record, had a history of drug abuse, and liked to drink.

He was able to live in Texas with peace of mind for the past few years because that strong man once helped him, and Chen Feng was that man's son, and he was also his apprentice.

Although the dead boy has always denied this fact, even he himself will say that this old liar taught him how to survive on the streets.

Especially after his father passed away, when Chen Feng couldn't carry some things on his shoulders, this old guy took care of a lot of troubles for him.

But teaching Chen Feng to play basketball is still because this kid is talented, otherwise, Hammond would rather make money and repay favors than spend all his energy teaching an idiot how to play basketball.

Hammond knew what the dead man was thinking, and he also knew what Chen Feng's dream was.

That's why he brought the kid back to New York, where he tried to find a way to realize the kid's dream, a dream about basketball.

Chen Feng is a very good basketball guy, Hammond is doing his best to polish him, and now he is just trying his best to help him find a chance to shine.

"Maybe I should consider doing more long-distance business. Otherwise, when I start college, I may not have saved enough to pay the expenses. The consumption level in New York is really a headache."

After all, the street is different from a regular basketball game. There are too many people here to do whatever they want, but this is not the highest hall, and the strongest guys are no longer here.

Ba, these places are the places that Chen Feng yearns for the most, but those basketball halls are a bit out of reach from his current life.

Chen Feng is still calculating how much money he needs to save if he wants to go to college. Maybe playing a few games for the Duke and his gang can help him achieve this goal faster.

But thinking about the two-year contract, it always feels like a kind of bondage. Two years will change too many things.

Like Hammond's advice, there's a lot of shady stuff you'll never get rid of on the streets.

Especially in New York, many games are linked to gambling, not clear about the bets made by street gangs, and maybe soft drugs.

The street basketball world is full of talent, but it is also full of shady and disgusting transactions.

"I really don't know if it's a wise decision to go back to New York with this old liar." Thinking about the uncertain future, Chen Feng was a bit confused.

No matter how hard you try today, the fallen leaves will still fall tomorrow. There are many things in the world that cannot be advanced, and you can only live in the present.

Chen Feng was still thinking about whether he should find some more part-time jobs, but he casually packed up the business cards that the so-called brokers had stuffed them in, and prepared to throw them into the trash can.

At this moment, across the stage, there was a hand that looked a little old, holding a business card and handing it over.

"I hope my business card won't end in the same way." The voice that followed was equally vicissitudes.

Just like the hand with very old skin, Chen Feng turned around and saw an old man with silver hair.

"Let me introduce myself, Jerry Tarkanian. I'm not a basketball agent, but I've been in the basketball industry for decades. Maybe I can help you a little."

Chen Feng didn't know when this 80-[-]-year-old old man came, but compared with the boastful guy just now, there was no feeling of twilight in this old man's eyes, which vaguely revealed a kind of old man. The old slippery feeling of a refined horse.

Like a stalking fox, cunning and easy to confuse.

When some small fish and shrimps appeared, the hunter who knew the best time to strike decided to attack, like a cunning fox or an old fox who had become a spirit.

(Seeking red tickets, asking for clicks, asking for favorites... Speaking of the Heat and the Jazz, how many people think that the Jazz can win, but in the last 0.4 seconds, it turned out that Harris threw a throw to end the battle. The Big Three of the Heat are so depressing. )

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